Rust Never Sleeps


Life, unsurprisingly, is demonstrably organic. It is subject to the fundamental laws of entropy: the tendency of all systems towards chaos. The human race has spent a considerable amount of effort over the centuries trying to circumvent this simple fact of existence. Check out the tech-bro billionaire club aiming for personal immortality as a contemporary case in point: a futile pursuit on so many levels. I guess that the closest we get as a species to denying the decay and dissolution of our own corporeal existence is through our art and music, and even there in the sweeter realms of artistic abstraction from life, there is decay, wear, and damage. Welcoming entropy into our lives, though, can have a positive side if we let it. We simply need to accept life with all its imperfections for what it is.

Even the most apparently perfect works of human creation are far from absolute perfection, and they are all the better for it. Some try to deny the ravages of time in a vain search for the ideal: it being somehow always just out of reach. Some cultures deify the perfect as gods, others search for the divine in the discipline of design. Neither one is right, nor the other wrong, entirely: the initial question of what is perfection itself is fundamentally flawed. Nothing stays the same forever: all states of being are in constant flux: and all tend towards chaos. The trick is to roll with it and see change for what it is: the natural phases of being are written into our very biology and the state of the universe itself is a no-state. The perfect pebble has not yet been found, but when it is...

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